Approaching the End

In my best (actually worst) Forrest Gump imitation, life is like a Harlequin romance. You know exactly how it will end but you begin it anyway. The pleasure is in the journey toward the end - the passion, the overcoming of past trauma and the discovery of one's strength and worth - with hopefully some really good sex scenes along the way. We have not gotten to any sex scenes yet in the book I am reading to Staci. So far there has just been one very hot and heavy kiss. I am not confident Staci will be with me to see the end of this book. I find myself reading aloud really fast during the times of her distress; like getting through this stupid book before the end is an important goal. I have to tell myself to slow down; if anything my voice is supposed to be soothing and not frantic and/or hurried.